fragments I: stones

Sun glitters on the ferry’s wake.
Its wash tumbles another cairn,
the clack of the stones
scatters amongst his laughter.

I gave my father a stone,
to hold him here,
to remind him.
I heard, yet I neglected to do the same.

Intricately wound and ornamented shells
shatter among rough glass and smooth stones.
Littoral becomes pocket kipple,
soon-forgotten, scattered and lost.

The sharp edge planes the surface,
raising a glittering curtain, falling
as the stone skips onward.


Collected for the dVerse MTB prompt “picking up some pieces” – gathered partly from an old poem, with some new shards to form a fragment poem.


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19 responses to “fragments I: stones

  1. Ain Starlingsson, forestbathing hermit

    Ah! Finding the thread in these fragments is amazing, and it hits in that last wonderful line….amazing poetry, and that laughter…wow…..and the stone that is still skipping……superb..

  2. Beautiful, the subject fits the format so well. I had to look up kipple. Clack was the perfect choice of word. 👏

  3. Yo Kate — I am in the half-sleep insomniac bloom of zolpidem, but I like your work. I will return when I am once again razored out to write a ringing comment! ✌🏼❤️

  4. Brilliant- this poem sparkles with imagery – such memorable lines like:
    “Littoral becomes pocket kipple,
    soon-forgotten, scattered and lost.”

  5. Love how you made your fragments connected to a theme… a bit like thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird

  6. You raise a glittering curtain. I so enjoy your writing.

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